This is my girl Kaylee. I am a bit homesick for this beautiful little lady so I hope you will humor me as I share a little bit about why I love this lady so much. During my time in Virginia Kaylee loved to sing songs, especially the primary song, "I Love to See The Temple." One morning while we were getting ready for the day I took this video of her singing and playing wth me.
And I love the way she says, "I Need Help."
I love how much she loves her daddy. Because Laura works full-time, Kaylee spends a lot of time with Peter which has made her a definite "Daddy's Girl". If Peter isn't around she always asks, "Where is Daddy?" One day I babysat for a few hours so Peter & Laura could have some time together. When she woke up she went around the house saying, "Daddy ... where are you?"
She loves Elmo. During our road trips she has a little dvd player she watches. She puts on her headphones and becomes ingrossed in whatever she is watching. She mostly wanted to watch Elmo's World. She would get so involved that she would start talking to the dvd player. Super cute!
When we were at the Yankee Candle Village there is a clock tower in the center of it that every hour would open up and tell stories like from a book. Well after it had closed she would stand in front of it and yell at it. "Open up book!" She really wanted to hear the story again.
We stopped at a mall to have dinner and they were having a mini-fair in the parking lot. Kaylee ended up dancing with the Red Robin mascot. She was super cute! Here is a video of her getting her groove on!
Kaylee called me her friend. Well one night I made a comment to Kaylee that she was my friend. And she said, "No, I am your girl." Yes indeed, she sure is!
This next one is from after I left, and Laura shared it in her email to me and it made my heart melt. I guess that on the day that I left Virginia to fly home it was pouring down rain. Kaylee said, "Mommy, Mommy, look outside is sad that Allison went on airplane".
Yes, I miss that cute little lady! I love you Kaylee!





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